I feel as though I am in a bubble today. Like my senses are encased somewhere closely outside of my body. Where do I go when I feel like this? Do I feel like this because I had weird dreams last night? Maybe because I laid around much of the day yesterday watching football and the VMAs. Speaking of which, a guy pulled up next to me today listening to a talk radio program where the topic of discussion was Serena, college player LeGarrette Blount's sucker punch, Kanye's episode last night, and how all of these totally separate incidences are related to racism in the United States. I wish I knew of such a station as I would have tuned in to hear more of the played out craziness play out.
My iced soy latte just arrived, hopefully this helps me out..
Friday, September 11, 2009
I see a homeopathist once a month. She gives me sugary pellets to take daily and doses me with direction and advice. I always leave feeling exceptionally inspired. Amusingly, I ran into my neighbor in the hallway shortly thereafter who was boasting about her "work free" lifestyle and how she goes about doing so. Though I showed little interest, she continued about a "must read" book of hers. It is titled, Sugar Daddy 101. No, seriously, that is the title. How did I go from such a progressive and motivating conversation to one so wasteful? Nevertheless, I am skimming the book. The author guides women how to be "sugar babies," how to meet men, keep men, sex men, and use men for money, i.e. how to be a prostitute. I know that this has been going on since the beginning of time, I just don't know why one would want to. I respect that every individual has their own unique recipe for happiness, this just doesn't seem like a recipe for success.